#he was so cute lmao he set up the stream bounced into place and turned around in vkei king mode lol

[akkivee]

look!!!!!!! at how delightfully creepy sasara looks here!!!!!!!

[clairjohnson]

Night Out

This is based off a loose prompt of "jealous and possessive Keatlejuice where the boy goes feral". My buds @hoodoo12​ (link) and @vicunaburger​ (link) also wrote for this - check the links out! I’d like to start this off by saying I’m no writer - but boy do I like to try lmao. So enjoy my public exposure of shame interests. NSF/T (TW: Blood, Violence, Non/con kiss.)

You may have overdone it this time, but honestly? The alcohol and steady thumping of the club music made it hard for you to care. The cute guys buying you drinks didn’t hurt either. Though cute wasn’t really what did it for you now. There was something about the older, leering men in the club that had you tightening your thighs as they walked by. Predatory looks that should have frightened and disgusted instead left you aching. Had you always been attracted to these types of men? Or had he started this new fire? Your ghost summons turned fuck-buddy was anything but a straightedge young man. He was foul-mouthed, perverted, and easily had 20 years on you – well, 20 years from before he died anyway. He hadn’t elaborated, but you got the feeling he’d been gone and buried a long time. Yet, with a laundry list of repulsive attributes, the thought of him and his malicious smile had your mind swimming.  

A large hand gripping your bare leg pulled you from your thoughts, and you snapped your head over to meet one of those less than savory gazes.

“Looking for a good time, sweetheart?”

The rough hand paired with the familiar pet name sent a bolt of heat between your legs – but not for the stranger sitting next to you.

“I’m all set.” You smiled politely and moved from your seat, brushing by the man and heading towards the back door. This needed to be taken care of – and you had a direct line to the man for the job. A rush of cool air hit you when you entered the alley. Your bare legs and arms erupting in goosebumps. While leaning under a flickering light you pulled out a pack of cigarettes – your gaze drifting to the adjacent wall. Images of you being shoved against it were all it took to have his name slipping past your lips.

“Betelgeuse.”

The word came out in almost a whisper while you placed a cigarette in your mouth.

“Betelgeuse.”

Heart pounding in your chest, you light the end and took a long, steadying drag.

“Betelgeuse.”

As the last syllable was said the air around you became still. In a flash, the cigarette was plucked from your lips and vanished. Your eyes darted around the dark alley trying to catch a glimpse of him, of stripes adorned by a halo of ratty blond hair. Instead, your gaze landed on the brightly lit cherry of your cigarette, the glow seeming to float on its own in the darkness.

“Ya look like a fuck’n smoke show, babe. What’cha doing all dolled up in a creepy’ol alley?”

You still couldn’t see him, but his words and subsequent chuckle echoed around you. The hair on your arms started to stand on end.

“Went out for some drinks, do a little dancing…” You pulled at the hem of the short black dress you were wearing as you spoke, eager for it to be hiked up over your hips. “But I got a bit, anxious, as you like to put it. Figured you could help me feel better.”

“Oh sweetheart, always happy ta help.” There was a pause while the tip of the cigarette grew brighter as he took in a drag. “I’m ganna make ya feel all sorts of things.”

There was a loud bang when the back door you’d exited from not minutes before swung open, causing your heart to leap into your throat. A large, clearly intoxicated man stumbled out onto the pavement. It took you a moment in the dim light, but you recognized him as the guy who’d been hitting you up at the bar. You watched him catch himself on the wall beside your head, his chin tipping down to stare at your significantly smaller body.

“Thought I’d find you out here. God, you’re pretty.”

Before you had a chance to protest his mouth was on yours. Your small fingers gripped into his shirt as you tried to push him back, a yelp muffled against his lips when he grabbed your ass. You gasped for air when you finally yanked your head back.

“Woah dude, the hell do you think-“

Just like your cigarette the man at your mouth was torn from you. You watched in horror as he collided with the adjacent wall, his head bouncing off the bricks with a sickening crack. The ghost that had been hiding from you before made himself very visible. He emerged from the darkness with a pair of glowing yellow snake eyes and a mouth full of snarling, jagged teeth. Instead of the suit you were accustom to he wore a long brown jacket and guide hat, his dirty hair poking out the back.

In stark contrast to his usual chatty, extroverted self – he stayed silent. Approaching the man with a heated gaze. You thought about saying something. Telling him that the guy was drunk and just being an ass, but any words you planned to say in his defense died in your throat when Betelgeuse’s fist connected with the man’s stomach. You gasped, hand moving to cover your mouth as you watched him land the next punch against his face – the poltergeist’s ring leaving a nasty gash across his cheek.

“Stop.” You could barely hear yourself over the growls and cries of pain. Betelgeuse wouldn’t let up. Blow after blow landing on the crumpling figure of a man. You could hardly see what was happening, but you knew in your gut that this was going south fast. “Please, stop.”

When the hands that normally wrapped around your throat in the throes of pleasure dug themselves into the club goer’s neck with clear purpose, you shouted.

“BETELGEUSE!”

He froze.

The broken man was dropped to the ground and Betelgeuse lowered his arms. Slowly, he turned to face you, his eyes still sharp and filled with something you hadn’t seen before – and it scared you. He’d never scared you. Not once since you’d summoned him.

He started towards you and you tried to back away only to be met with a wall. Your stomach dropped when he was finally under the florescent lamp with you, the light revealing the splattering of blood across his front. Panic started to set in. With a growl he wove his bloody hand in your hair and pulled you into a heated kiss. You moaned against his mouth in response – a wave of relief washing over you. The passionate, bruising kiss lasted only a few seconds before he yanked you back, blue eyes raking over your flushed, terrified face.

“Yer fuck’n beautiful, ya’know that?” He said, lifting his other hand to run a thumb over your jaw, leaving a smudge of red in its path. “Yer so soft. Delicate. And yer Mine.”

The world around you started to spin and you pressed yourself to him for support, burying your face in his button up. As quickly as the spinning started, it stopped, and he shoved you from him. You yelped at the push, ready to collide with the ground, but instead met the bounce of a mattress. The furnishings of a cheap motel room became clear as your head started to settle. Your gaze moved back to Betelgeuse, and even though the remnants of fear was still very fresh, the feral look he gave you while unlooping his belt ignited new feelings.

A snap of his fingers was all it took to have you bare to him. The ghost shrugged off his long jacket and tossed his hat to the floor, but kept the rest on. Causally, he pulled his cock from his pants, stroking himself absently while his eyes roamed your body. The silence was deafening. By now, when you normally called him, he’d have listed off a hundred different ways he was going to fuck you. A stream of never ending filth leaving his grinning mouth. But not this time. There was an edge to the way he surveyed you, almost calculating. Without a word he advanced, pressing himself between your legs and crashing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss.

You kissed him back with gusto and dragged your fingers down his clothed back, finding purchase in the fabric. Thankfully you had been ready for him when you called, so the quick thrust of his entrance and the deep stretch only caused a delighted groan. Foreplay obviously forgotten he ground into you with rabid determination. His hips pounding against your bare skin. You’d warped yourself around him as tight as you could, only loosening your grip when you felt his teeth sink into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. Playful bites and scratches had always been a favorite of his. He liked to find and kiss the little marks he left the next time you called him up. This bite, however, was not playful. It ached and you shouted, your heels digging into his lower back in response to the pain. He released his hold and growled against your throat, his pace starting to pick up.

“Mother fucker think’n he can just touch you.” The words were snarled into your flesh and you yelped when he latched his teeth, gentler this time, onto your shoulder. Betelgeuse pulled back and pressed his lips on the bite before moving to the next unmarked spot. “Yer already fuck’n spoken for – livin’n guys may not have much sense, but they got eyes.”

He moved away from his final bite to nip at your ear and the fingers at your hips pressed into your skin so hard you knew he’d leave bruises – which seemed to be exactly what he was after.

Betelgeuse adjusted the position, moving your legs over his shoulders and holding your hips with a painful grip then started up his thrusting with purpose. One hand crept up from its death hold to circle your clit. The unforgiving pace paired with his deft fingers had you falling into an orgasm head first and you cried out.  A few rough, deep thrusts and he was right there with you, tipping over the edge with a growl.

It was quiet after that, save for your gasping and thudding heart. You opened your eyes to see him staring down at you – the wild, frankly jealous, look on his face now significantly softer. The ghost leaned down to press a light kiss against your lips before rolling off. He moved further up the bed and laid back with a satisfied groan. As easily as he’d done away with your dress he brought a lit cigarette to his fingers. He placed it between his lips as he kept his eyes on you.

“Com’ere.” He said, patting his chest and holding his other arm open in obvious invitation. You crawled over and curled yourself into him, the position oddly comforting. The comfort was lost for a moment when you noticed the staining of blood across the white sheets – it was like someone had been murdered. Someone almost had been murdered. You looked up at the sated poltergeist as he puffed on the cigarette lazily.

“You want some?” He’d caught you looking and raised a brow before holding out the cigarette. You nodded and he placed it against your lips for you to pull a long, steadying drag.

“Are we going to talk about what just happened?” You asked while blowing the smoke out across his chest.

“Not sure what ya mean.” A bullshit response. He pulled in a few more deep and needy inhales before he was spent – flicking the butt to the floor and letting out a sigh of irritation.

“I didn’t like him touch’n ya.” The words were said as if they’d been tortured out of him and a scowl started to form on his lips. Betelgeuse flicked his eyes over to your face and then to the red, angry bite on your neck. “We’ve been fuck’n for a while now, babe, and I know we ain’t never talked about it – but this thing? I’m going to need it ta be exclusive moving forward. Now I’m not say’n this changes anything about our little arrangement – “ He paused to make a hand gesture between the two of you, “we’re still just fuck’n, nothing more, I just…”

For once he was at a loss for words. You could almost hear the gears in his head turning as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say, or more accurately, what he felt.  

“I like you too.”

There was a long silence. If his heart were still pumping you probably would have felt it trying to beat out of his chest if the look on his face was anything to go by. He groaned and dragged a hand over his face, peaking out between his fingers at you. Defeated he sighed and dropped his arm.

“Yeah, I like ya. And I don’t like share’n.”  

[martellthemandalor]

Hiiii, could you do a Mando x reader fluff where Din is always calling the reader cute names and giving them compliments in Mando’a but they don’t know what he’s saying. Bonus if other people are around and can understand Mando so they think it’s cute. Thank you and sorry if it’s confusing!!!💜💜💜💜

Hello anon! i nearly screamed when i saw i had an ask in my inbox lmao

I had a lot of fun writing this little drabble for you, and don’t worry you weren’t confusing at all! I hope this is the sort of thing you had in mind :)

It’s All In The Nicknames

Mando still hadn’t told you where you were landing next. You were sat silently in the cockpit with him and the baby, who was sound asleep thank the maker, just watching as the steady streams of hyperspace lights shot past outside. It made you slightly uneasy that he hadn’t told you yet. It was part of your routine with him, you’d take off from whatever planet he’d had business on, he’d set the next destination, spend some time with the baby and then the three of you would settle in the cockpit and he would explain where you were heading next.

Sometimes he’d tell you what business he had there and other times, usually when the job was less than pleasant, he wouldn’t. It didn’t bother you really. After all, it wasn’t your job to know every detail of his work. Your job was to look after the baby while he was away. 

In truth when you took the job you hadn’t expected the baby to be a small green creature with adorably large black eyes and even bigger ears. Neither had you expected to catch feelings for the emotionless man of beskar and yet here you were, worrying every time he was late getting back or having your stomach drop whenever he came back with sooted armour and gashes under his clothes.

It was a little confusing that Mando had broken your routine. It was, in the end, really the only thing that kept structure to the endless ebbing time inside the Razor Crest. This however wasn’t the only thing that had changed with him the past couple months. At first you were sure you were imagining things, but by the 5th time of catching him staring at you when you were holding the baby you knew you couldn’t be mistaken. 

He’d also started finding more excuses to touch you. Things like pushing that stray hair out of your face when you had your hands full, coming up close behind you to adjust your aim when your practicing with your blaster (which Mando had given you ‘just in case’) and, most commonly, placing a hand on your back as you navigate the dodgy last step from the cockpit to the main hold. And then there was-

“Can you take the kid down to the hold and wait for me, cyar’ika.” (“Sweetheart”) Yeh. That. He’d started to refer to you in a language that you didn’t understand. It didn’t bother you. In fact whenever he did it your heart faltered in its steady beat. It was something to do with the way he said it, there was a reverence there, and a sort of tenderness behind the words.

“Yeh, no problem Mando,” You replied, scooping the sleepy child from its crib. It was tricky to manoeuvre yourself and the bundle in your arms down the ladder but you managed it. You held the slowly waking baby close to your chest, bouncing them gently in your arms as they began to stir, hoping to quell the oncoming tantrum of being woken up to soon.

It seemed to be working, until the hold jolted, throwing you drastically off balance. You tried to hold the kid as steady as you could as your other hand flew out to catch yourself on the weapons storage. No such luck. The small gasps from the baby soon turned into wails as tears fell from their black orbs.

“Shh baby it’s okay,” You said quietly in the child’s ear, wiping away the tears from their face. “Your dad just made a BAD LANDING that’s all,” You hissed in the direction of the dark figure scaling down the ladder.

“Sorry, mesh’la,” (“Beautiful”) He said, coming up beside you. He rested one hand casually on your back, while he spoke calmly to the blubbering baby. You tried to ignore the way his mere touch felt electric, the simple feeling of his hand on you spreading a restless warmth throughout your body. Instead you focused on cooing at the kid with Mando.

Now that the child had the attention of both of you turned firmly on them, it didn’t take long for the tears to stop and the wails to die down to quiet hiccups. With the baby now calm you turned to face your reflection in the beskar. He still didn’t move his hand.

“So are you going to tell me where we are or not?” You asked, teasingly poking at his fabric covered upper chest. If you’d been listening harder you would’ve heard the way his breath hitched under the helmet at the sudden contact. He turned so his visor was fixed on you.

“I think it’s better if I show you,” He simply replied.

-

You were hoping for some planet of crystal waters and hot sun, or endless rich green fields to relax in. At a push you were secretly wishing he was taking the three of you to a hotel as a surprise. He’d certainly been doing enough jobs to afford a room at one. But no, instead he’d let you to much a bigger surprise.

One you were overwhelmingly honoured he trusted you enough to share with you.

It was an underground clan on Mandalorian’s. One of the few thriving clans left in the galaxy. You were shocked he’d managed to track one down, let alone risk coming here with an outsider like you. It moved you so much that you nearly cried when you thanked him for trusting you. He responded as if it was no big deal, merely taking your hand and telling you that you can repay him by letting him teach to fight properly.

That’s how you got here, kitted out in second hand beskar armour and being guided by Xarra, a clan member you’d befriended, to one of the training rooms. The armour fitted you surprisingly well, but it didn’t stop you from worrying that you looked ridiculous. You felt as if you were just a kid playing dress up. The anxiety spiked again when you walked into the room. It had three big sparring mats, two of which being vigorously abused by pairs of fighters, the centre one however was empty, save for your Mandalorian. Mando turned to face you and just…froze.

“kandosii'la,” (“Stunning,”) He said, a little breathlessly. Xarra chuckled behind you, clearly understanding what had been said. You turned to ask what he meant, but before the question could form on your tongue Mando called you to join him on the padded ground.

You reluctantly walked to meet him in the centre. He must have noticed you nervousness, because he softened his fighting stance.

“Mando I… I don’t even know where to start,” You said, running a hand through your hair.

“That’s okay, cyare,” (“Beloved”) His voice was soft as he moved to stand in front of you. “Start by moving your left foot in front slightly, that’s it, then shuffle your right foot to be in line with your shoulder,” You followed his instructions, glancing nervously between your feet and the dark glass of his visor. “That’s good, now bend your knees a little, and ground your power into your feet, distribute your weight evenly.” He stepped back a little, and you mourned the loss of closeness. Then he mirrored your stance, but drew his fists up so his left hand was nearly in front of his face, his right drawn further towards his chest. “Now copy me,” He commanded.

You did as he asked, then watched as he drew himself up straight again. He circled you, helmet tracking up and down your frame. He did a full rotation, then stepped forward. He placed a hand on your upper chest, just under your right shoulder.

“Draw up here, cyar’ika.” He said, the proximity of the vocoder to your ear sending a cascade of shivers down your spine. He guided you to pull back a little, putting your torso on a slight twist, then moved back to admire you again. “Perfection, mesh’la.”

One of the other Mandalorian partners murmured to each other at that, looking between the two of you. Mando caught bits of what they were saying. He particularly blushed under the stifling helmet when he heard them mention how adorable it was that he called his partner such loving names in the Mandalorian mother tongue, even when they couldn’t understand what he was calling them.

He shook off their comments and went to stand opposite you. He adopted the stance himself, but left his arms braced by his sides.

“Now hit me,” He said, tapping his chest. “Hard as you can. Use your right hand.”

You steeled yourself, bracing for the pain that was sure to come from striking that beskar with all your strength. You lunged at him, throwing your fist against his chest. He rocked back, which you were proud of, but pride did nothing to quell the pain that exploded across your knuckles.

“Kriffing maker alive!” You cried out, trying to shake the pain out of your hand.

“That was good!” Mando praised. “Again. show me how hard you can really punch cyare.”

And so the hours flew by, Mando was an excellent teacher and an even better sparring partner. He showered you with praise when you made even the smallest improvements. Things like:

“That was even better dral solus!” (“Strong one”)

“Your right hook is getting good,”

“You had really good form that time round, ner me'suum'ika,” (“My Moon”)

By the time you had finished that afternoons lesson you and Mando were the only pair that remained sparring. The only other person in the room was Xarra, who was sat observing the two of you. She had chimed in every now again with helpful comments on your technique, but mainly the only sound you heard from her was a soft chuckle whenever Mando made comments in his mother tongue.

It peaked your interest that your friend could understand, so when your Mandalorian told you that he some things to sort with the armourer and he’d meet you back at the room, you made the decision to adopt a mission of your own.

Mando returned to your shared room that night to find you sat on his bed, a huge bantha-shit eating grin on your face. He shook his head at you and went to set a bag onto your bed.

“How was your meeting with the armourer, cyar’ika?” You asked, with flawless pronunciation that you were more than a little smug about it. Mando dropped the bag he was holding to the floor and slowly rotated on his heel to face you.

“How long have you-” He started in a low voice.

“Only the past hour, Xarra took me through a very thorough translation session,” You replied quickly, not wanting to make him embarrassed. He moved quickly to sit beside you, and you wasted no time in slipping your hands into his gloved ones.

“Does this mean that you… you feel the same?” His voice was quiet through the vocoder. Gloved thumbs ran across the flesh of your hands, his visor fixed upon where the two of you were joined. You gently pulled a hand from his and used it to tilt his helmet up so he could meet your gaze.

“Of course Mando, for a long time to,” You replied. There was a beat, a beat that seemed to last a lifetime, where he didn’t move. When he did move, it was with such slow precision it almost scared you.

He guided your hands to his helmet and rested them either side of his helmet, then his own moved to frame your face. He tilted his head forward and guided yours to do the same, until your warm flesh met the cold of his beskar. You closed your eyes. The raw feeling that overcame you the moment you did made the months of build up worth it. Pure trust, pure affection and pure unadulterated contentment flooded your senses. Only when you thought you’d been successful at holding back tears did he speak again.

“My name is Din Djarin,” He murmured. That was when the dam broke. A sob wracked your body, and as it did you felt his strong arms envelope your body and pull you tight to him. And then, as if on cue, the damn baby woke up with a loud cry.

(read part 2 here!)

[calpalirwin]

Missed You

Summary: “Missed you” shower sex with Luke

A/N: Sort of requested by @talkfastromance4​, @gosh-im-short​, and @tea4sykes​ and by sort of, I mean we just all yelled.

Content: Read the summary lmao. Cute fluff ending because I can’t help it.

Word Count: 1.6k

And away, and away we go!

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You chuckled slightly at the irony as you texted Luke that you were home. Normally it was him who left and was texting you when he was home. But after a weekend getaway with your friends, you were grateful to be back home. You petted Petunia as you unpacked your suitcase, wondering when Luke would be home himself.

Your phone pinged and it was Luke letting you know a package had arrived for you and that he’d be home sometime in the next hour.

You laughed again- this time at his straightforwardness- and set about finding the package, Petunia following after you. You knew what it was- blue hair dye- and you were still a little bummed it had arrived after you had left for the weekend because you had plans to dye your hair with your friends over the weekend and surprise Luke. But at least now he could help you. You could already picture the two of you giggling as he tried to carefully dye your hair, both of your cheeks burning from the width of your smiles as the dye stained the bathroom counter more than your actual hair.

As much as you wanted that moment, you also wanted the element of surprise. So you changed into a tank top you didn’t care about getting stained, snapped on the gloves, and went to work. The goop, naturally, got everywhere, including a smudge on your forehead right under your hairline, and your right ear. When you felt satisfied that you got every strand, you shed the gloves, set a timer, and went about trying to erase the evidence from the sink.

The timer still had a few minutes left when you heard the front door and the click of Petunia’s toes as she waddled over to greet Luke. “Hey, Piggy!” he greeted happily and you heard his shoes clatter to the floor. “Again?” was the laugh as Luke appeared in the bathroom doorway, watching as you tilted your head this way and that way, trying to assess if the dye was working.

Not “Hey, babe, how was your weekend?”

Not “Hey, babe, I missed you.”

Not even his small grunt of acknowledgement he gave you sometimes when he came home dead tired.

Just one look at what you were doing- nothing out of the ordinary as you frequently changed the color of your hair, earning you the nickname of Mini-Mike- and a simple, “Again?” with that bemused look that made his blue eyes dance.

“Yes!” you responded, proudly, sticking out your tongue, just as the timer went off. “Time to see what I did!” You turned on the shower and stripped off your clothes before stepping into the stream.

The water turned a dark blue as the dye washed down your body, staining the floor of the shower as you scrubbed your fingers through your hair, your fingers coming away blue. “Don’t forget your forehead and ear!” Luke’s voice sang out to you.

You grabbed a washcloth and started to rub furiously at your forehead and ear. “I got most of it off the sink!” you told him, hoping that if he knew you had cleaned the sink, he’d forgive you for the mess you were currently making in the shower. “Did I get it?” you asked, pulling the washcloth away from your face and waiting for him to appear to help you assess the damage.

The curtain snapped back and his beautiful face was grinning. “Not really, no,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Ugh!” you responded in slight frustration before going back to scrubbing. “I can’t see what I’m doing.”

“Easy there,” he chided gently.

“Well, you could help me…” you said, raising an eyebrow.

In response, his face disappeared and the curtain closed.

You sighed loudly and continued to scrub at your face. If he was respecting your bordering-on-stubborn independent streak, he was picking a hell of a time to do it. You could actually really use his help.

When the curtain pushed back and he stepped in, you couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face. He held out his hand for the washcloth. You obliged, stepping to close the distance between you. One hand gently cupped your chin will the other scrubbed softly at your forehead. When he moved to your ear, you rested your forehead against his chest. “Missed you,” you mumbled happily, your hands snaking around his waist, and feeling him pressed against you.

“I can tell,” he murmured, his voice still holding a trace of humor as he set the washcloth aside and held you to him, both of you breathing the other in.

“Says you,” you giggled with a pointed glance at his hard-on.

“Yeah, says me,” he retaliated, pushing a finger in you, smirking at the moan that ripped out of your throat.

“Did you actually want to shower?” you asked between pants as his finger continued to work you over.

“You’re kinda in the way,” he shrugged, looking over your head at the stream that was pounding on your back and only washing over his feet.

“You’re kinda in mine,” you shot back. With the original purpose of your shower done, you were excited to get out to check your hair. But with now two of his fingers in you and his body pressed to yours like that, it was hard to focus on anything else. And by hard, you meant damn near impossible.

“Looks like one of us is gonna have to move.”

“Yeah, on your knees.” You tried to keep a straight face as you spoke the words, but bursted into a fit of giggles that you’d be surprised if he actually heard your demand.

He wordlessly sunk to the floor of the shower, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder as his mouth wrapped around your clit. “L-Luke!” you gasped, placing a hand against the wall to brace yourself.

He pulled back long enough to assure you that “You won’t fall, I got you.”

“Lu,” you whined, your hands tugging at his blonde curls, your eyes pleading. “Can’t reach you from here.”

He sighed and pushed himself back up to his feet, knowing that reaching him wasn’t your actual issue. “When have I ever let you fall?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Never,” you admitted, chewing on your bottom lip. He always made you unsteady in the best way during sex, but it always scared you when you were in the shower with him. Everything was so damn slippery. You could never relax enough to properly enjoy it all.

He kissed your forehead, reaching around you to turn off the shower. “C’mon, then,” he said, offering you his hand to guide you out of the shower.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you wrapped yourself in a towel, always feeling bad that you ruined the moment.

“Why?” he questioned, taking your hand and leading you to the bed.

“Luke!” you gasped as he easily knocked you onto the mattress. “I’m still wet!”

“I would hope so,” he grinned, shooting you a wink before his stubble chin was scratching against your inner thigh.

You bit into your fist, moaning as his fingers and tongue worked you over. Your body responded to his eagerly, the knot in your lower stomach threatening to come undone. “Fuck,” his voice vibrated against you and that was all it took to tip you over the edge.

“Luke!” you screamed, your fists bunching the bedsheets, and your legs thrashing.

“Aw, you got more than that, don’t ya?” he pouted, slowing his movements, his free hand pinning your hips down.

“Need you!” you pleaded.

“One more,” he promised.

“Luke!” you moaned as his fingers and tongue sped up again. A combination of your sensitivity from your first orgasm and the way he continued to expertly hit all the right spots, had you quickly riding a second high, his name bouncing off the walls.

“Good girl,” he praised, placing a kiss on the inside of your thighs before crawling up your body to kiss your lips.

“Oh, FUCK!” Your eyes screwed shut and your fingers dug into his shoulders as he pushed into you.

“Yeah? This what you wanted?” he practically cooed as he started rocking his hips.

“Mhm! Yes! Fuuuccck!” You wrapped your legs around his waist, his thrusts getting deeper.

“Look at me, baby,” he instructed, his hand gripping your chin. “That’s my girl,” his blue eyes smiled down at you as you opened your eyes. His thumb traced at your lip before slipping into your mouth, both of you humming in delight.

His hand moved lower the wrap around your throat, applying no pressure beyond the steady hold and he unwrapped your legs from his waist and put your feet on his shoulders. Both of your moans echoed in your head as he hit even deeper than before. His thrusts got sloppy as you both came undone.

“Fuck,” you panted as you fought to catch your breath. “Gonna need another shower…”

He let go of your throat and let you legs fall, pressing his forehead against yours. “Can you even stand?”

“Nope.”

“Then lay with me a minute.” He pulled out, collapsing next to you. You snuggled up next to him, content to lay like this until the end of your days. “Missed you,” he murmured as he placed kisses in your hairline.

“Now you know what it feels like,” you teased, playfully.

His chest rumbled with his laugh. “Let’s just promise to always come home to each other, okay? Whatever we do, wherever we go, we end up in each other’s arms again when it’s all said and done.”

“Easiest promise I’ll ever keep.”

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[autisticlalna]

bruuuuh, the lore ball got rolling and the devs rolled with it, that is the Coolest Thing. they sound like such a creative team!!

ahhhh!!! MaX looks up to NaN!!! that is so good! it's the three-letter name w the front and back capitalized solidarity!! /j but ahhhhhhh, that's legitimately so wonderful that MaX has a role model xe can go to and look up to and try to model xemself after, like :o xes got somewhere to turn when xe is figuring out xer identity crisis! good for xem! and xe can also be manager of elsewhere waffle house! identity progress!

oh yea!! u could also go into mc then and pose and take a screenshot, that could give u some more camera control. lil bit more of a production tho haha. u stream!!! :o what is palanauts! if i may ask!

bro the mods are so coooool!! i like that new ones just appear in game and everyone just has to go "?????? what does it Do????" that sounds so chaotic and fun, esp from a lore perspective where players presumably also dont know what mods do fdgsdh

ffhdhfss!!!! im getting all adjacently emotional abt microphone!!!! was child who then became god who is just doing his best!!!! he deserves, like. whatever microphones get to calm down. a cleaning and some v pleasant audio to record. and a friend, probably. microphone needs to have a big bold dramatic return where he saves the day and punts the coin or smth. big boss battle is just a mic drop onto a quarter and then everybody celebrates

the necromancied player is jaylen, yes? does that mean the wyatts can echo from benched players, too? cause if so, that would. that would def be dangerous. esp w all the receivers bouncing the mods around too, just everybody in the league starts gaining debt. capitalism strikes again :( /j

The Game Band (the devs) are honestly so cool, they really help blaseball be this like, very unique thing? there was an event uhhh earlier this month i think? where their twitch channel got ““hijacked”“ by the garages band so they could stream a live set and it was awesome, like its That level of working with the community to create something

SHJXKF YEAH we did p much start capitalizing it as MaX entirely bc of the similarities with NaN’s name getting pointed out. xe’s also nicknamed Tens! which doesnt get used as much in the fandom but its cute. also WMX. MaX has like, a bunch of nicknames in-canon yeah!!!! like NaN’s roadtrip was a journey of self-discovery and now MaX is in a similar place of feeling lost and wanting to know who xe is, and xe’s got the Garages backing xem up but also has NaN who knows and understands xer situation and !!!!!!!!!! ALSO IVY MaX, NaN, and Ivy being friends is v v v important to me. theyre all sweethearts FUN FACT, MAX GOT SENT ELSEWHERE BC XE MANAGED TO ECHO IT FROM AN ELSEWHERE’D PLAYER SOMEHOW??? WHICH MEANT XE ALSO DRAGGED NAN & THE OTHER RECEIVERS ELSEWHERE WITH XEM LMAO NaN’s just vibin in the dugout and then suddenly is in a waffle house with six dogs and a very alarmed punk

Palanauts is a variety stream / let’s play channel that’s me and a couple of good friends! and also sometimes my roommate. our streaming schedule has been kinda all over the place this year so far but we do a bunch of stuff including minecraft! it’s very chaotic and basically just us screwing around all the time. here’s the mc vod playlist! im Leonaut and i am here to cause problems on purpose

YEAH THE WAY MODS ARE IMPLEMENTED IS AWESOME but also sometimes very funny bc theyll have a temp description until they first proc sometimes and some of them are. Well. i cant find the screenshot rn but there was a bit where the Yellowstone Magic got a team-wide modificiation that was just “0 No: Players with 0 No are good.” and i think about it a lot. thats peak blaseball energy but then there’s mods like Echo where the description is literally just:

and so we’re all just sitting here like HUH???? and then the VERY FIRST GAME MaX played in was Feedback weather and literally xe goes up to bat and INSTANTLY starts echoing and everyone loses their goddamn minds because WHAT JUST HAPPENED?? WHAT????? (also i love that MaX got the mod Maximalist from the election this season. like, out of all the Garages it could’ve rolled, it picked MaX. to get Maximalist.) there’s a lot of us just like, figuring stuff out as it goes? like, figuring out new weather types, figuring out new modifications, theres not really a release patch notes with each addition so its entirely a group learning experience and its super engaging for me. i was like, basically for the Garages i was the one keeping track of all the Wyatts and how Echo worked and figuring out how the weather affected everything bc i was locked tf on and piecing everything together and it was SO FUN but also VERY NERVEWRACKING once they started canceling out

THE MICROPHONE IS THE BEST BLASEBALL CHARACTER DONT @ ME i care about him SO MUCH like. all the Wyatts are very near and dear to me overall. my blaseball sona is a Receiver lmao we’re gonna plug the Microphone back in somehow and get the Monitor to unionize

Jaylen doesn’t have Debt anymore but we have a different necromancied player now bc of voting going awry :,D Chorby Soul got resurrected solely because their soulscream is at Maximum Value and now theyre on the Garages. we’re probably going to try and bench them asap. the good news is Chorby is a pitcher and our pitching rotation is horrifically large so they wont be playing a lot of games! the bad news is it doesnt matter if a pitcher is actually pitching the game for MaX to echo them. but once they get benched it should all be fine fghlkxhkfd

oh yeah also before she fucked off the Coin was ominous about teams gaining Credit and then we started getting attacked by sharks SO. YEAH,

[bb-bambam]

a decade with jjp

well, here we are at the end of 2019, which means that it’s been a little over 10 years with jjp. this is a compilation i put together of (most of, but definitely not all because i only really went through my blog and my twitter!) the jjp moments we’ve had the privilege of seeing over the past 10 years. i tried to put them vaguely in chronological order, but there were just so many that it was sort of hard to keep track! i hope you find your favorite moments here, and are reminded of some that you’ve forgotten about! (i know i definitely was!)

here’s to a wonderful decade of smiles, laughter, and happiness with our resident soulmates, and we hope for many many more!

predebut

the fateful audition that started it all (x)

bounce era

back in their awkward stages (x)

jaebeom teasing jinyoung (x)

they’ve always matched well (x)

jaebeom’s happy birthday song for jinyoung (x)

jaebeom singing that he loves jinyoung before cracking an egg on his head (at 7:45) (x)

flirting on twitter (x)

jaebeom feeding jinyoung (x)

shopping date (x)

their promise to make a second album (which would eventually come true 5 years later!) (x)

ggg era

jaebeom being soft for jinyoung even when they were on opposing teams (x)

jj dads w their baby youngjae (x)

hugging each other after pretending to fight to prank yugyeom (at 6:50) (x)

their fingers lacing together in a weirdly intimate way (at 13:50) (x)

a era

sharing a shirt in the “a” dance practice videos (x)

being cute in a corner by themselves (x)

jinyoung’s thank you note to jaebeom (x)

flirting during a fan event (x)

never forgetting their roots (x)

stop stop it era

jinyoung comforting jaebeom (x)

holding hands (x)

weird flirting (WHAT was jinyoung looking for?) (x)

jjparents (x)

the time jaebeom manhandled jinyoung to the ground and they both looked way too happy about it (x)

jaebeom exposing himself on instagram and trying to delete the evidence (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s (favorite) annoying dongsaeng (x)

not exactly a jjp moment but jackson being a jjp shipper (x)

just right era

jinyoung being extra for no reason (x)

their simpsons couple rings (x)

jaebeom feeding jinyoung (and then licking the same hand?) (x)

jealous jinyoung (x)

mad era

their iconic ceci photoshoot (x)(x)

being cute before the comeback stage (x)

jinyoung flirting with jaebeom (x)

clingy jinyoung (x)

the first sukira game (u all know the one) (x)

and what’s more, jaebeom puckered his lips (x)

this video where they were all over each other (x)

jinyoung declaring jj project as his one and only unit (x)

they aren’t close, they’re deep (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung by touching his hand (x)

jjparents w their babies yugjae (x)

when they almost left jinyoung behind but jaebeom made sure they didn’t (x)

holding hands (x)

jaebeom thirsty (it’s the second tweet in the thread!) (x)

miscellaneous moments (including jinyoung calling jaebeom “jagiya”) (x)

fly era

domesticity in a restaurant and jaebeom feeding jinyoung (x)(x)

checking on each other onstage (also i kind of went off in my tags?? lmao) (x)

communicating w their eyes (x)

jaebeom knowing exactly how jinyoung wants to confess (x)

the second sukira game (including a comparison to the first!) (x)

jaebeom being absolutely whipped and letting jinyoung get away with anything (x)

them being cute and touchy (x)

jinyoung between jaebeom’s legs in the car?!?!?! (x) 

jaebeom helping jinyoung wear his blindfold (x)

the softness in this vlive (x) 

jinyoung being a “ghost” and jaebeom being whipped (x)

a hug for jaebeom for getting a strike (x)

jinyoung being needy (x)

them being domestic in front of everyone on vlive (x)

jj dads w their baby yugyeom (x)

when they went on this show JUST to be domestic (x)

jaebeom thinks jinyoung is the prettiest (and lowkey admitted he likes jinyoung crossdressing?) (x)

unnecessary clinginess (x)

fly tour

jinyoung doing The Most when jaebeom wasn’t there for their concerts (x)(x)(x)(x)

jaebeom watching jinyoung with utter fondness (x)

jinyoung being so incredibly happy to have jaebeom back (x)

jjp on a walmart date (x)

jjp on a pizza date (x)

jjp on a family shopping date w their baby bambam (x)

jjp on a family aquarium date w their baby bambam (x)

hard carry era

this 20 min vlive where it was just them being cuddly (x)(x)

their wedding day (x)

whipped culture on asc (x)

them being…like This at a fan event (x)

bookworm boyfriends (x)

communicating w their eyes (again) (x)

jaebeom singing prove it to jinyoung (that song was written for jinyoung ok) (x)

jaebeom LOOKING DIRECTLY AT JINYOUNG while talking about marriage (!!!!!!!) (x)

jjp describing each other as their ideal type (x)

the start of jinyoung calling jaebeom “jaebeommie” (x)

jinyoung demanding appreciation from jaebeom (x)

jjp talking about their feelings when jaebeom was injured (x)

sharing an umbrella (x)

i just really love this pic. jinyoung adores jaebeom so much (x)

jjp soulmates confirmed by mbti (x)

no one knows jaebeom like jinyoung does (x)

more couple rings (x)

in their own world (x)

jinyoung singing happy birthday to jaebeom (x)

jinyoung thinks jaebeom is the most handsome (x)

jaebeom telling jinyoung to sit on his lap (x)

again…them in their own world (and the lip thing) (x)(x)

this fanmeeting skit (x)

singing “my home” to each other (x)

never ever era

touchy at the airport (x)

their embarrassing moments are shared because their pasts are just too intertwined (x)

jaebeom touching The Butt (x)

jinyoung biting jaebeom’s cheek (x)

soft touches at a radio show (x)

jackson calling them out (x)

jaebeom again letting jinyoung be informal (x)

jinyoung doesn’t match with anyone but jaebeom (x)

bambam instigating jjp moments (x)

jinyoung always takes care of jaebeom (x)

they share shampoo (even though it’s not okay when mark uses it) (x)

coffee date (x)

yugyeom facetiming his dads (x)

they ACTUALLY almost kissed (x)

whatever THIS was (x)

jaebeom playing with the holes in jinyoung’s jeans (x)

jaebeom losing suspiciously easily to jinyoung at a bar battle (x)

jaebeom letting jinyoung win at arm wrestling (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung from touching his butt (x)

jaebeom thinks jinyoung is the funniest man alive (x)

verse 2 era (<33333)

they filmed in hokkaido which is a place jinyoung always wanted to visit (x)

cuties talking on the phone (x)

this whole interview (x)

jjp in the bathroom then vs jjp in the bathroom now (x)

they’re just so soft (x)

tomorrow today (stream verse 2 and this mv!!) (x)

the iconic mirror choreo (x)

holding hands and looking super happy about it (x)

jj project is jinyoung’s home-like space (x)

their tombstones will be side by side (x)

they can’t keep their eyes off each other (x)

the depth of their relationship is just…wow (x)

jealous jaebeom (x)

photographer bfs (x)

always complimenting each other (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s favorite dongsaeng (x)

they drink together (x)

talking about soulmates (little did we know what jaebeom would do 2 years later…) (x)

their special relationship (x)

marriage (x)

their shared bookshelf (x)

kings of domesticity (x)

jinyoung is jaebeom’s cat (x)

jaebeom inviting jinyoung into his room (and jinyoung loving his cats!) (x)

even more couple rings (x)

jaebeom calls jinyoung “youngie” confirmed (x)

jackson telling us what we already knew (x)

jjp’s photo essay (x)

7 for 7 era

the jjp imagery in the you are mv (x)

clingy jinyoung part 43762 (x)

jinyoung getting away with everything as usual (x)

idk what THIS was but (x)

jinyoung being incapable of shutting up about jaebeom while he was in the jungle (x)(x)

jaebeom getting hot and bothered bc of jinyoung on camera (x)

these cute pictures (x)

always always in their own world (x)

jaebeom serenading jinyoung with “face” (x)

editors always acknowledge the soulmates (x)

lest we forget: jaebeom looked at jinyoung like THIS in the middle of running a food truck (x)(x)

eyes on you era

jinyoung recognizing jaebeom by touching his ear (x)

jaebeom recognizing jinyoung by touching his chin (x)

jinyoung can do ANYTHING (x)(x)

jjp married (x)(x)

jaebeom getting flustered (x)

this little thing they always do when they perform “look” (x)

jjp domestic (x)

jinyoung loves nora okay (x)

ice cream date (x)

they really want each other to strip (x)

informal jinyoung again (x)

they’re just so. soft (x)

always looking out for each other (x)

they love taking pictures of each other (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

eyes on you tour

jjp on a paris date (x)

jjp dancing together in nyc (x)(x)

secret flirting onstage (x)

jaebeom checking out jinyoung’s entire butt (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

lullaby era

don’t send them anywhere together (x)

complementary rings (x)

business as usual for them (x)

jaebeom staking his claim on jinyoung’s birthday (x)

looking at each other (and doing the lip thing!) as yugyeom talks about first loves (x)

jinyoung does not fear jaebeom at all (x)

jaebeom cannot lie to jinyoung (x)

miracle era

onstage flirting (x)

jinyoung’s fave songs are the ones jaebeom writes (x)

they make each other soooo happy (x)

one of my favorite sets of pictures ever (x)

literally married (x)

literally married pt 2 (x)

jinyoung through jaebeom’s eyes (x)

JB GA DAISUKI (x)

jinyoung waiting for jaebeom (x)

another serenade courtesy of jaebeom (x)

jaebeom being a (probably) biased ref (x)

jinyoung can talk to jaebeom about anything and jaebeom wants to have his last meal w jinyoung (x)

another ice cream date (x)

jj handshake #847348 (x)

focus on me era

happy to be together in the airport just before jus2 promotions and jinyoung’s drama (x)(x)

jaebeom making the jus2 showcase a jjp event for some reason (x)(x)(x)

jaebeom turning jus2 promotions into a jj project promotion period for some reason (x)(x)(x)

needy jaebeom (x)

finally reunited! (x)

eclipse era

jinyoung gives jaebeom a sense of security (x)

jaebeom’s cheeks are too cute (x)

eyes always on each other (x)

jinyoung getting away with informality part 397843 (x)

THEY’RE! SO! SOFT! (x)

hugs! (x)

jaebeom said jj project is forever (x)

bambam supports! (x)

jjp on the best friends episode of plof together (x)(x)

jjp on radio apart (x)

jaebeom likes being in jinyoung’s arms (x)

their got2day which was just them being soft (x)

JJP SOULMATES (!!!!!!!!) (x)

keep spinning tour

flirting onstage again (x)

they know everything about each other (ft. an interview from 2018!) (x)

holding hands at the airport (x)

it was fitting that they were chosen to make up a handshake (x)

very close at the airport (x)

giggly and tipsy (x)

thailand always gives us the moments we deserve (x)

selfie time! (x)

jaebeom always looking after jinyoung (he wasn’t feeling well that day) (x)

jaebeom being smug abt having jinyoung all to himself (x)

sharing secrets onstage (x)

ycmn era

jaebeom leading jinyoung offstage (x)

jinyoung being clingy again (x)

pda as usual (x)

everyone ships it (x)

jinyoung thirsty (x)

wanting to be with each other after got7′s first daesang win (x)(x)(x)

possessive jaebeom at the mamas (x)

jinyoung teasing jaebeom and jaebeom being whipped (x)

clingy jaebeom (x)

so smiley (x)

clingy clingy (x)

softest in the world (x)(x)

flustering each other (x)

jinyoung cute jaebeom sexy (x)

photographer bfs again (x)

jaebeom wants jinyoung all to himself (x)

actually what was going on w them on this day (x)

spending 10 years together looks like this (x)

dramas

dream knight (x)

dream high vs. dream knight (the tension…) (x)

when a man loves (x)(x)

compilation (x)

unknown/multiple eras

jjp are happiest with each other (x)

sharing secrets (x)

the happiness they get from each other… (x)

jinyoung being jaebeom’s fave dongsaeng (x)

sharing a jacket (x)

sharing a sweater (x)

compilations and miscellaneous stuff

compilation of jjp just knowing it’s the other (including by touching jaebeom’s inner lip…) (x)

compilation of jinyoung vs. jaebeom battles that jinyoung always wins (bc jaebeom is whipped?) (x)

compilation of jaebeom laughing bc of jinyoung (x)

compilation of pics of each other (x)

compilation of jaebeom being literally incapable of controlling himself (x)

compilation of all their “kisses” (x)

miscellaneous moments (x)

miscellaneous soft moments (x)

miscellaneous underrated moments (x)

and last but absolutely not least, this submitted list of further jjp nonsense (x)

[alexanderhamllton]

Bears, Boxes and Broken Bones [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Request: could you please write a fix where the reader & Lin get more serious and the reader & readers daughter semi move into Lina bachelor pad and he finds it weird and then at the end of fic he realises he wants to make a family with reader???? Ish??? Idk??? :)

Word Count: 1,696

Warnings: broken wrist? is this a warning? haha other than that, none!

A/N: So, I changed the request just a tiny bit and made the reader’s daughter a 10-year-old, not a teenager (idk why, i think i like the idea of Lin interacting with kids). Also a huge shourout to mackie @protecting-my-legacy that helped me with this and got a little homage -sof’s injury-. Hope you feel better soon Mackie! So i guess that’s all the notes i have for this one, hope y’all like it! (PS: i am the worst with titles i hate this title but don’t let it define this fic lmao)

askbox | masterlist

“I think you should move in.” Lin’s voice is almost a whisper, but it wakes up from your half-asleep state.

You and Lin have been dating for almost a year, but for some reason he never mentioned you moving in or vice-versa, maybe that’s why it took you so much to comprehend what he was saying. “Wait, what?”

“Don’t you think it’s time?” He says as he plays with your hair. Cuddling in bed with him and having nothing to worry about was always the start of an important conversation for the two of you: The first time this happened, you decided to introduce Lin to your daughter, Sofia. She was 10 and the result of your first marriage, a problematic relationship that didn’t last more than two years. You regretted many things about it, Sofia wasn’t one of them.

“Well, I guess? Do you think it’s a good idea?” You asked, now tracing random patterns on his chest with your finger. “I mean, you can move to our place…”

“My place is bigger, closer to Sofia’s school and the Richard Rodgers.” He simply answered. Lin tried not to show, but you know he put a lot of thought on that idea.

“We’d have to talk to her about it, are you sure?” You turned to him, placing a few strands of hair away from his face. “Do you really want to give up your man cave, Lin-Manuel?”

The teasing tone on your voice - and calling him Lin-Manuel - made he wrap your hands around your waist and turn you against the bed, his body now hovering over yours and making you giggle. “Man cave, my place is not a man cave!”

“Your clothes on the floor and the empty fridge beg to differ.” You replied before pulling Lin to a kiss. “What time is it?”

“Almost two, I guess…”

“Shit, we need to pick Sofia up at four.” You said before getting out of the bed. Your ex-husband, Jess, stayed with her every two weekends, and these were usually the weekends you’d stay at Lin’s.

“Okay, let’s go.”  

You parked in front of Jess’ place at precisely four o’clock. Sofia was standing by the door with her father next to her and a teddy bear in her arms,  her face brightening when she saw you hop off the car.

“Mom, look!” She said, running towards you with the toy. The bear was wearing period blue clothes, that you soon recognized as Alexander Hamilton’s outfit from your boyfriend’s show. “This is Alexander Bearmilton!”

“Wow, he’s so handsome!” You acknowledged, pulling your daughter into a hug.

“I can’t wait to show Lin!”

“He’s in the car, why don’t you go there?” You placed a kiss on Sofia’s forehead before she ran off to the car, where Lin greeted her with a hug.

“She wouldn’t stop talking about Hamilton” Jess said, with his hands on his pockets.

“Lin took her to see the show on friday, she fell in love with it.” You commented, not taking your eyes off your daughter and Lin.

“He’s a good guy, [Y/N]. I’m glad you found someone good for you.”

“Thanks Jess, I’m glad you found Alice too.” You replied. “Sofia likes her.”

“Not as much as she likes Lin.”

You were both still watching Sofia and Lin talk in the car: Lin now had grabbed the bear and started to play with it, probably singing some Hamilton song you couldn’t listen as your daughter laughed and sang along.

“Yeah, he’s a keeper.”

one week later

“Two more boxes and we are all set.” You said as Lin came back into the apartment for what seemed the millionth time that afternoon.  

“And that’s because you’re still keeping stuff here.” He added before placing his hands on your hips, pulling you closer.

“You know I can’t sell this place just yet. Sof grew up here, it means a lot to us.”

“I still can’t believe she was so cool about everything.”

“Me neither, she’s the best.”

“Who’s the best?” Sophia entered the living room with her bag and a backpack, ready to go. You both looked at her and you couldn’t help but smile, she was so smart and beautiful.

“You are!” Lin exclaimed, letting go of you and turning to her. “Are you ready to move?”

“I guess… Mom, did you see my sketchbook?”

“I did, it’s already in a box somewhere, you can get it once we start unpacking.”

“Okay.” She said, before turning back to her room, leaving the bags on the floor.

“Where are you going?” You asked, making her look back to you and Lin.

“I’ll check if I didn’t forget anything.”

“Okay, we’ll leave when you’re ready.” You said, resting your head on Lin’s shoulder and receiving a forehead kiss in return. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here.” You answered, wrapping your arms around him.

“There’s nothing in the fridge!” Sof’s voice echoed through Lin’s apartment as you finished packing. She gave up opening the boxes hours ago, after finding her sketchbook and pencils, going to the kitchen table and occupying herself with her own creativity.

“Sorry Sof, I didn’t have time to go shopping this weekend!” Lin shouted back while going to where she was. “Wanna order something?”

“Maybe pizza?”

“Pizza sounds great.” He agreed, his eyes going from Sofia to the table full of drawings. “Hey, did you draw these?”

“Mh-mm” she nodded, joining Lin by the table. “I tried to draw Peggy, because she’s little like me.”

“I can see, this is really good!” You were passing by the kitchen when the scene caught your attention. Making as little noise as possible, you watched your boyfriend and your daughter interact like they were, well, family. “I think we should hang this on the fridge, Jasmine would love to see it.”

“Can you maybe take it to her?” Sofia’s voice was way too excited, making her blush and Lin let out an adorable laugh.

“Of course! She’d love to see your art, I bet the other cast members would too.” You couldn’t help but smile when your daughter jumped on Lin’s arms before staring babbling about how she wanted to draw everyone so they wouldn’t feel left out. Once she left the kitchen, Lin noticed you standing by the door, watching the whole thing. “Hey you.”

“Hey.”

“How long have you been there?”

“Some time.” You replied as he got closer and you automatically wrapped your arms around his neck. “Sofia really adores you, you know?”

“She’s amazing, did you see how good her drawings are?”

“I did! I raised her, you know?” You answered, giggling.

The loud noise on the other room interrupted the cute moment between you and Lin, and the sound of your daughter crying made you rush to see what happened.

“Love, are you okay?” You arrived in Sofia’s room to find her trying to get up from the floor, her tears streaming down her face as she held her wrist.

“I- I- I fell… Mommy, it hurts so much.” You brushed her tears away with your hands before assuring her that everything was going to be okay.

“I’ll get the car keys.” Lin rushed out as you picked Sofia up and stormed to the car.

“So it’s just a small fracture in her wrist, she’ll have to wear a cast for at least four weeks. But besides that, she’s perfect.” The doctor’s words removed all the agony from your chest, and apparently from Lin’s. Sofia was sitting between the two of you, silent, her wrist now immobilized by bandages that would soon be replaced by the cast.

“Is there any medicines she needs to take? Anything we need to know?” Lin asked, and you couldn’t help but notice his leg was bouncing, just like every time he’s nervous about something but didn’t want to show, almost like his energy being redirected to an specific action as a way to cope with everything.

“Just… be careful with what she uses to deal with the itch the cast may cause, I have removed way too many pencils and forks from casts before, it’s not pleasant.” The doctor winked at Sofia, that replied with a small smile. “I think you guys are good to go.”

“Thanks, doc.” Lin shook the doctor’s hand before standing up and following you and Sofia all the way to the hospital hallway. “How you feeling, Sof?”

“Better. It still hurts… A little.” He smiled before placing his hand on Sofia’s shoulder, guiding her out of the hospital.  

“Good thing you’re a leftie, you’ll be able to finish the drawings for the cast if ou want!” You commented.

“No way! I’m a leftie too! High-five!” Lin lifted his hand for Sofia, that laughed and high-fived your boyfriend. The connection between them was unreal, and you were so grateful for having him by your side. You remembered the times you had to take her to the hospital by yourself when she was little, having to struggle between the paperwork and a sick toddler. On the way to your apartment, you heard Lin and Sofia talk about her going to see Hamilton again the next week, so she would be able to hand the drawings herself and say hi to the cast.

He was good with kids, he was good with your kid, and you loved him even more for that.

Later that evening, after sending Sofia to bed, you snuggled next to Lin on his couch, his arms open to embrace you as you sit down. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything. Having us here, taking care of Sofia with me.” Your eyes were locked on his, and you noticed his smile growing and his eyes glowing as you spoke.

“It’s the least I can do.” You smiled back, your fingers tracing his cheeks before placing a kiss on his lips. “[Y/N]?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever considering having another kid?”

“Well, I guess.” You noticed his intentions right away. “Why do you want one?”

“Maybe…”

“I think we can talk about that.” You replied before laying your head on his chest. “I love you.”

“I love you too, [Y/N].”